BHG| recruitment

[Nicolas]

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--CommID: Joachim Wagner--
-Ship Details: Manta, Bounty Hunter Bomber

Guten Tag meine Herren

I assume my accent already revealed my ancestry. Ja, I am a Rheinland citizen, not to mention that I`m sick of the place.

I was born in a very old, but completly unimportant Familie of Rheinland. The Wagners origin from Planet Stuttgart and can be described very simple with one word: lowlifes. We are angry beings looked down at by most people. Most of our clan work as day laborers doing jobs for everyone willing to pay. The more intelligent ones of the family realize that the only way to break that circle is violence or leaving Rheinland, as many of my uncles did.

Rising up with 3 brothers and being the youngest of them, teaches you how to fight. That`s the only reason I survived while most of my brothers and my parents died to our clans angry psyche.
After a fight with my father about nonsence left-wing ideological ideas my eldest brother, Niklas, went berserk. He grabbed his blaster, shot him down and ran off to the Hessians.

The second oldest of us, Hannes, was blinded by feelings for revenge. He joined the Rheinwehr in order to track down and kill Niklas. He gave his life in a *laughs sarcasticaly* "glorious" battle against the Libertorians. He never saw any Hessians in open space.

The third oldest, Alexander, always was the pet of our parents. He was good at school, obeyed all their rules and never harmed anybody, in short: a chicken-hearted Dummkopf. When my father was killed and my brother left for the Military he took the leading place within the family, he did day labour, but never was man enough to stand up when he wasn`t payed, first time he did so, he was found one month later decomposing in the sewer system.

All of that was too much for my mum, that old witch, he took a string and sure did look a little funny hanging from the blanket like a bulb.

By that time I already was 20 and had made myself a name in the streets of Stuttgart, where I was out every night beating the hell out of some jerks owing others money or whatever. I didn`t care as long as I got my paycheck. Problem was, the Polizei didn`t like that behaviour so I spent some time in prison where I heard about you the first time. I gathered all my money to leave that cursed planet and house to start a new life. And here I stand now, asking you to allow me to do the same things I am used to with better equipment in open space.

I can be reached via my Sk3pe adress: hans.gukel

Signed,
Joachim wagner


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